{"sf1_id":299478,"sf2_id":"YnLwAqZm","title":"My loves","author":"Telendrieth","words":86,"posted_at":"2011-10-25T18:13:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/299478-my-loves","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLwAqZm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e4/99/e499a265-1d23-408a-b179-438ea2d60b1a","description":"","content":"A simple message to my loves,  \nnot sent in grandeur, nor elegance of doves.  \n  \nKnow well, my dears, you are in my heart here,  \na place where you'll never disappear.  \n  \nthrough pains and pleasures all,  \nwe'll climb the mountains tall.  \n  \nThough we may see, our views do collide,  \nwithheld in tears and a shattered pride.  \n  \nWe hold hands through the dip, and peak,  \nhearts opened, like the flowing creek.  \n  \nMy loves, there is one thing I must do,  \nand so I say that \"I love you\".\n\n  \n  \n\n"}